The Wreck

Right now
I’m on the outs
I can’t breathe
I cannot cleanse my soul

It’s not a matter of fate
It’s just a question of time
You give me space and I take miles
All the crossroads I’ve denied
Why do I keep doing this to myself?

I keep on setting fires

You think i’d learn by now
But the chaos helps me sort things out
At a point of contention between faith and doubt
Mental drought

I keep on setting fires
And everything around me burns
Choking on the ashes of my past

I know
You know
That I know
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I’m a wreck
I am a wreck
And I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe

Maybe someday i’ll change and grow out of this phase
And use the tears to extinguish the flames

But I’m on the outside
Looking in
Someday
Maybe someday
I’ll change

I keep on setting fires
I keep on setting fires
I can’t stop
No i can’t stop myself from losing grip
I keep on setting fires
I keep on setting fires
I can’t stop
No I can’t find my own way out of this hole

The wreckage of my broken soul
Litters the streets of the town that I love
And oh
Winter brings pain you’ll never know
Grieving it after the snow begins to fall

I can’t stop setting those fires

The wreckage of my broken soul
Litters the streets of the town that I love
Moving too fast but I think too slow
I need the heat
I don’t need the cold

I can’t stop setting those fires